Thursday, May 24, 2012
Crossed the Brooklyn Bridge by bike around 545 pm -then headed west to the WTC. Everyone else-thousands that they were- hurried off to rumbling trains, honking cabs or boats big and small-all heading to points north/south/east or west of this tiny sliver of earth downtown. But me, I stood with my bike and stared up. That's what happens after a year away from this magic island called Manhattan.-end.